26. What I lost in her

~Dominic~

The ringtone of my phone yanks me from the depths of a financial report. I glance at the caller ID: "Mom."

A flicker of unease prickles me. My mother rarely calls during work hours unless it’s important.

“Dominic,” my mother’s voice sounds impatient as soon as I pick up the call. “I’ve run out of my medicine.”

I pause. “Then ask them to refill it at the clinic.”

There’s a brief silence before she speaks again, “I’ve been trying to reach the Omega all morning. She blocked my calls. I can't reach her.”

I still, then, frown. “…Why would refilling your medication have anything to do with Jess?” I ask, genuinely confused.

There have been a few times when my mother's health deteriorated, and Jess decided to visit her at home after she was discharged.

She’d visited my mother all the time to care for her. She even once started visiting to help massage my mother's foot when my mother also sprained her ankle.

She kept visiting until my mother's ankle healed.

I know she helped care for